Volume 1, Chapter 133: Feng Yizhou, You're Thinking with Your Lower Half

“You don’t hold grudges?” Feng Yizhou raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of scrutiny in his eyes as he replied to Li Ruochu with a half-smile.

The Presence Formula was capable not only of dispelling negative conditions from the soul, but also of keeping Yuan Ning’s soul in a state of perfect clarity, composure, and stability.

The Song family had no blood relation to Liu Rulong’s household. After Lily called out his nickname, she addressed him as “Scholar Master,” as the townspeople did, and asked whether he wanted to buy raspberries.

As one of the outstanding figures in past Pilgrimage Wars, King Ren possessed the strength of a mid-level Heavenly Venerable, along with numerous arcane techniques that inspired both wariness and fear.

The conversation between master and servants carried outside. Hearing it, the Li father and son standing guard beyond the door quietly let out a sigh of relief and slipped away without a sound.

“Was I controlling you? Was that a beast? It was a demon beast!” Yang Bai was frantic with worry. In truth, his first impulse had been to make use of the mountain character between his brows.

It was just like this secret-realm trial of the Celestial Mechanism Formation—clearly, it was the ultimate test for powerful formation cultivators.

Su Ruoli had barely sat down when she saw that Liu Qingqing was actually seated across from her. Wasn’t this model student of hers supposed to be in class?

The whole point of strolling through the streets was to relax. Though mortal clothing held no appeal for Jiang Shihua and the others, a casual walk had achieved its purpose of lifting their spirits.

The Scholar’s Wife naturally remembered the plan that had once been meant to take two lives with one corpse. Yet now that her eldest grandson stood before her, she found herself wavering.

After the meeting, the Flat Peach Camp began operating in an orderly fashion. Just as expected, Zhou Yunhai was assigned to Team A, Group A, as deputy group leader. He thanked Earth Armor profusely for it.

Seeing how ruthlessly Feng Lang struck, the Lei family members all drew a sharp breath. Later on, unless they were complete fools, the ordinary members of the Lei family would go out of their way to avoid Feng Lang whenever they encountered him, terrified that they might be struck by his palm wind.

Many electromagnetic waves of different frequencies have increased markedly with advances in technology and the use of different spectrums. Electromagnetic waves have therefore become the most influential environmental factor, and the likelihood of exposure to them is extremely high.

This time, he did not log into his account, but entered directly in browsing mode. The moment the page loaded, he was startled. On the first screen alone, seven or eight posts had the word “king” in their titles, piled together and strikingly conspicuous.

What astonished Kong Lian even more afterward was the ancient history of Earth recounted by the other party—the precious memories lost in the river of time.

Though zombie dogs had no idea what pain was, that did not mean they were unaware of being attacked. The gunshots once again provoked the two maddened monsters, causing them to shift their attention from Lin Chen, who had just turned over and risen, onto the new threat.

Zhao Yun and Gan Ning’s troops had already stormed into the city. With the support of the intelligence bureau, they knew every barracks and strategic position within the city like the backs of their hands. The Cao troops from Luoyang’s four barracks had barely stepped outside their gates and had not yet assembled when they separately ran into Zhao Yun’s cavalry.

With a mere lift of his hand, he had defeated two great masters of the Tang Sect in succession. That arrogant youth had not even moved his hands, nor had he been placed in the slightest danger. What did that imply?

This time, even some Grand Martial Masters hurriedly circulated their energy to resist. Those with weaker cultivation trembled violently from head to toe.

Wen Feng clenched his fists in humiliation, his eyes blazing as though they might spit fire. But remembering his father’s warning not to quarrel with the townspeople, he found himself caught in a painful dilemma.

Xi Sa secretly rejoiced. He knew they did not think much of a cripple like him or the foolish A-Dai. He immediately signaled the big man to push him out of the room and courtyard, while quietly gathering magical energy.